Stilly, are you getting some of the storm that's heading for the Carolina coast? Your area sounds suddenly much wetter than you expect at this time of year.

In Stratford, it is grey, glum and cool. I am not decluttering or clearing out the house today, or even cleaning it; I just don't feel like it right now. And I have decided that that's okay.

I am doing something about fitness, however.

Himself gave me a Fitbit for my birthday, and for a week I have religiously logged my 10,000 steps per day and minded my diet. As a reward, I have shed two kilos and am currently enjoying a high degree of intestinal cooperation -- those of you with IBS or diverticulosis will know whereof I speak.

On Saturday, we took a trip to Kitchener (our closest Big City) to visit the Running Room, our destination of choice when in the market for sneakers, and each purchased new trotting footwear. My right foot is now 1.5 cm wider than my left foot, thanks to a pronating ankle and a growing bunion, so I was very grateful to discover that New Balance makes suitable sneakers that are not neon pink or hospital white. Trotting is now considerably more comfortable than it has been lately. Eight kilometres (five-ish miles) seems to be a do-able daily dose -- at least for now. There's a sore spot on the lateral aspect of my right foot, indicating a wrenched joint -- result of putting my foot in a hole in the parking lot of the Red Roof Inn in Utica -- and if it doesn't get better soon I will have to reduce the number of impacts it takes in a day.

I'm beginning to think of Advil as a dietary supplement.

It is now ten-thirty o'clock in the morning, so I shall quit typing and go to the gym. Go, me.